Hi there everyone. Yesterday we left my favorite town in Alaska. Homer is the town I told you about a short time ago. Our friend Lyle lives there. Since I knew Richard would be spending most days with Lyle, and since we didn’t have the Jeep with us, I had planned to walk the town and visit interesting bookstores, art galleries, gift and clothing boutiques and yummy cafes with some of the best gourmet food I’ve ever tasted. Jeannie and I had done that when we visited Homer before and I wanted to do it again. But, alas that was not to happen.
For four days, it rained. Definitely not like the rains we have back home in Jacksonville, but steady, cold rain, which fell onto the muddy, pothole-ridden road right outside our bus door. Each morning, I looked outside to decide if I would brave the nasty weather. Each day, I would say that I’d go tomorrow, but for that day I would sit in the bus, look out the windshield across a field of dying fireweed and over the bay to the mountains and glaciers. I drank hot tea or coffee, wore by Duck-Duck-Moose PJ’s I’d bought somewhere along the way. The rain pattered on the metal roof and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Each day, my desire to brave the cold, wet weather weakened, and my desire to just sit there and read or write or watch television or nap grew stronger. Oh yeah, napping ranked right up there.
So the moral of that story is, I took a vacation while I was on vacation. Not sure how that happened, but I LOVED it.
Oh, it did quit raining long enough for me to venture out long enough to have Richard take a picture of me with the view of what I was looking at out my windshield.
|Me with Kachemak Bay in the background.|
Until next time,